Pregnancy Update

So, here we are in week 7. WEEK 7. Please, time, move a little slower. We all know how I *love* being pregnant. And when I say love, I mean loathe. And I know that there are people out there who are like 'Shut up, Jae, just be glad you're having a baby.' And I totally am, but to me pregnancy is just a necessary evil. Means to an end. I do not have to wander around all rosy cheeked proclaiming my love for the miracle of life. If, in three more years, they haven't figured out how to grow babies from seeds like my mother told me it was done back in the day, I am not doing this again.

5 more weeks and I'll be out of the angry/complaining/generally disagreeable stage and probably be in a better mood. But for now, I'll have to be content with eating everything in sight, yelling at Justin for no apparent reason, and sleeping.

Here's an updated belly pic. I had just gotten home from swimming with Addison when I realized what a beer belly I have all of a sudden. WHERE DID IT COME FROM? Like, k, I *know* where it came from, I found out my mom had been lying about the seed theory, but really. I am flabbergasted. And I am never using the word FLABbergasted when referring to myself ever again.




OMG I need to clean that mirror. PS My mom is going to say my back is too curvy and I have bad posture. NOT TRUE. I just am supporting both a belly and a ghetto booty at the same time. YOU TRY TO DO THAT WITH GOOD POSTURE, MOM.